The Highest Bidder
“The final item up for bids is the opportunity to f**k Jason Tate’s ass,” said Elliot the auctioneer. The audience of horny men cheered and howled like coyotes. “Listen, folks. With the other boys, you were merely bidding for time with them, but as always, Jason guarantees you’ll plow him. Right, Jason?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. I positioned myself on all fours, facing away from everyone, and arched my naked rump.
“Ooh, God,” Elliot muttered. I looked over my shoulder to see if he’d said that merely to encourage the crowd, but from his stare, his reaction was sincere.
“We’ll open at five hundred dollars.”
“One thousand!”
“Two!”
“Three thousand!”
Holy s**t, that was fast. Last year was a record. A doctor bought me for five thousand. The lodge gave the auction’s proceed
